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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Birthday Present for Jan (MM, brothers, inc) by Steve Oooh (steveoooh@aol.com) *** This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Let me know what you think. Steve I was awakened by my computer playing a wave sound file I had made from an old 78 recording. "Wake up, Wake up you sleepy head. Get up, get up, get out of bed." I rubbed my eyes to clear the blurriness and focused on the numbers on the monitor screen. It was December 24, 1997. It was the day before Christmas. It was also my eighteenth birthday. I had always felt cheated on my birthday since it was so close to Christmas that no one really made much fuss over it. But I had decided that this one was going to be different. I was going to get something that I had been wanting for a long time. My older brother Buck who was home from college on Christmas vacation stirred a bit in the bunk above. "Turn that friggin thing off he demanded. I've got a fucking headache." He had been out drinking with some of his old high school buddies till 2 am. He deserved to have a head ache, but I decided not to torture him by letting it play a second chorus and reached over to the infrared keyboard I had left on the night stand and smacked the enter key. The wake up screen dissolved and was replaced by a Vueprint slide show I had scanned of Miss January. It didn't interest me much but I had thought that Buck would think it was "Cool." I tucked two pillows against the headboard and sat up leaning against them. I stretched and yawned a bit. I wished I had a cigarette but Dad, a soccer coach and all out health nut, would have killed me if he knew I was smoking at all, let alone in my own house. I rubbed my hands over the spare blond hairs that were just beginning to grow on my chest. I stretched my arm out to both sides and slowly bent my spine first to the right and then to the left to get the circulation going. My muscles felt good. Two years on the high school swim team were paying off. I really would have to quit the cigarettes anyway before they started to have an effect on my swimming performance. I slid my hands under the covers and scratched my balls, then cupped one hand around the head of my morning hard on. I lay back feeling the fullness and warmth of my erect dick. Not bad. Not a giant by any means, but nothing to complain about. Buck moved again in the bunk above me. I loved the name Buck. It rimes with fuck, suck, luck, puck, duck. I looked over at the dresser mirror that I had angled and tilted just right so that I had a great view of the lower half of the upper bunk. Buck had rolled the covers off and was stark naked. I could see all of him from the shoulders down, but not his neck and head so I knew he couldn't see me looking. He was on his stomach. Since he attended college in Southern California he had a great tan which made the whiteness of his butt stand out. And what a butt it was. Hard, round and muscular but with just enough baby fat left to make me want to pinch it. My already hard cock stirred a bit at the sight of that tight end. It occurred to me that I wouldn't mind slamming some dick into big bro's ass one of these days if I ever got the chance. As I watched, Buck rolled over onto his back, rewarding me with a full view of his morning erection. Maybe the slide show on the computer had helped. I couldn't be sure if he had been watching it. "Hey Jan, throw me up my bathrobe. I got to take a wicked piss." Not wanting to get out of bed, what with a hard on from watching the show, I answered," Get it yourself you lazy S.O.B." "C'mon man," he responded, "toss it up." "Come down and get it," I quipped." I want to see how much my big brother had grown since he went away to college." Resigning himself to his fate, Buck sat up in bed and began climbing down the maple wood ladder at the end of the bunk bed. His woody bobbing up and down and briefly resting on each rung as he descended. It was apparent he had grown very well, thank you. He had a full nine inches of beautiful meat between his muscular thighs. "Like what you see kid," he joked as he reached the floor. Still holding on to the ladder, he leaned his body forward so his hard-on poked between the rungs. "Not really," I lied, "just curious." "I'll bet you are," he said, as he ducked down so I could see the friendly grin on his handsome stubbled face. "Is that why you put that porno stuff on the 'puter. To get your big brother hard?" My mouth was a bit dry from the reaction this little show was having on me, so I let that remark pass without an answer. Suddenly becoming aware that my dick was poking a tent in the covers, I pulled my knees up to my chest and leaned on them nonchalantly to disguise my enthusiasm. Buck, still smiling, reached down and cupped his balls with his right hand. He gave them a squeeze and a little shake which caused his stiff dick to shake back and forth with them. His left hand brushed over the thick black bush of his chest then slid down to his equally thick black pubes which he gave a leisurely scratching. I turned my face, which may have been blushing just a bit, toward the monitor to see Miss January in a hot tub dissolve and be replaced by Miss January on a bail of hay. "What do you mean porn stuff, this is just an old Playboy I scanned. Nothing compared to the real porn you can find on the Internet there days." "I know Jan. Just kidding bro. Man I gotta go. Too many brooskies last night. Turning suddenly he snatched up the white terry robe from the desk chair and pulled it on. Not bothering to tie it closed, he headed out the door toward the bathroom down the hall. Just Dad and us in the house anyway. Mom had left to take a great job in New York, and Sis and Junior were visiting her for the Holidays. It was going to be an all male Christmas at the Victor house. I heard the bathroom door shut and a minute later the toilet flush. Then the shower came on. He didn't have time to jack off on the toilet, I thought. Must be planning on beating his meat in the shower. I was surprised to see him back in just two more minutes. The terry robe still open, his hair still dripping from the shower, his dick back to a normal size. Buck pulled off the robe and began drying his hair on one of the sleeves. I got a whiff of Irish Spring with overtones of Scope as he did this. "Damnit, no clean towels in the bathroom and the water was cold. Nothing like a cold shower to wake you up in the morning. This place has gone to hell since I went to school and Mom left to take that dammed job. You really should help Dad out a little more than you do instead of spending all your free time on that computer, Jan. The poor guy can't handle everything himself you know." "Oh, I think he handles it okay Buck," a tone of double entendre creeping into my voice. "Come on guy, you know what I mean," Buck said as he eased his beautiful white butt onto the edge of my bed. I edged away to the other side of the bed, and Buck, perhaps not knowing how to take this movement, decided to take it as an invitation. and lay back out in the freshly vacated space next to me. The Irish Spring was really heavy now. "So come on, Dude, show me what else you have on that computer." "Well, I got Doom, and Quake, and..." "No, stupid, I mean the porn stuff from the Internet." "Oh, that," I said. I jumped on the invitation so give my big brother a show of the tech stuff I had been playing with. Hopping out of bed I walked over to the computer desk and selected a CD ROM I had made of some of the hottest pictures I had downloaded from AOL newsgroups. I slide it into the CD drive, hit a couple of keys and let the slide show run on random. Getting back into bed I didn't bother to pull up the covers. There I was lying next to my beautiful naked brother, naked myself with a half hard on watching a porno slideshow. Wow! The first file was a pretty teen blond girl wearing just the bottom half of a cheerleader's outfit. "Not bad," Buck quipped, "great set of knockers." Then came a threesome with a red head getting it in the mouth and ass from two black dudes. "Oh man, that is really hot, he offered. His cock began to spring to attention again. The cold shower was wearing off. I was full hard now. I reached down and began playing with my dick. Next came a shower scene. A brunette with very big tits was kissing a muscled quy while another guy was giving the muscle stud a blowjob. Hey, Jan, can you hold that one a second, said Buck. Sure, I said, as I reached over him to the keyboard on the nightstand and hit the pause key. My chest rested briefly over his face and much to my surprise I felt his teeth on my right nipple. A shiver of pleasure shot through my body as that happened. I rolled back onto the pillow and caught my breath. "That is really hot," he said. "Man that dude getting his cock sucked looks like he is really enjoying it. With that said, Buck rolled over toward me so that his hard dick rested against my leg. "I sure wouldn't mind getting a blow job like that, would you?" "Sounds good to me, man," I managed to get out in a voice so breathless it would have made a Maryland Monroe impersonator proud. Buck's big quarterback hand caught my right leg just above the knee giving it a playful squeeze that sent a hot rush of blood and teenage hormones through my veins. I quickly redirected my gaze from the monitor to Bucks face which was now only a few inches from mine. His face held the same expression it had back when he was 16 and I was 14, and he had dared me to race him down Mount Diablo on our mountain bikes. I hoped this race would not be as treacherous, but I was still powerless to turn it down. Just then there came a loud thud and my bedroom door flung open. Buck released his hold on my thigh and quickly swung his feet to the floor. I groped in vain for the covers, but had to settle for Buck's wet robe to pulled over me. Leaning over to the nightstand, I pressed and held the page up button of the keyboard. The monitor zoomed in on the threesome until the image was just an abstract painting a few brightly colored pictures across. In an instant I found myself engulfed in a storm of paws, tails, and wet adoring tongues. It was Bounder and Chase, our two big yellow labs. They always stayed in Mom and Dad's room at night, so that meant Dad had just gotten up and let them out. "You boys up yet?" came Dad's voice from the hallway. "Yah, Dad, we've been up for quite a while," answered Buck, rolling his eyes back as he realized the unintended humor of his answer, and grinning with relief that Dad was still down the hall and would be undoubtedly using the bathroom for at least the next few minutes. "Can one of you guys let the dogs out into the back yard, please?" "Sure Dad, no problem," offered Buck just a bit to quickly. Buck was pulling on a pair of butter soft faded Levies 501's which caressed the contours of his perfect butt. Man, at that moment I envied those jeans. Then came a white and red football Jersey which had seen better day. Bounder and Chase had hopped off the bed and were dancing in circles around him now. "I'll see you latter, nerd, Buck chuckled as he and the dogs headed out the door. I got up and started rummaging through the pile of clean clothes on the dresser that I hadn't put away yet. Mom would have done that for me if she were still here, I though. Then I notice one of Bucks jock straps hanging out of his suitcase. I picked it up and raised it to my nose. It smelled used and funky. I decided to put it on. Buck wouldn't mind. It reassuringly cupped my dick and balls. I pulled on a pair of Levies just as worn as Bucks, and a blue Berkeley sweatshirt. I was checking myself out in the mirror, and thinking about how hot things had been going with big brother Buck, and wondering where our little session would have gone, when Dad spoke from the doorway. "Happy birthday, Son." Looking back over my own shoulder in the mirror I caught sight of Dad standing there in his boxers. Not bad for forty something, I thought to myself. What a born jock. Mom has to be nuts, letting this stud muffin out of her sight. I would have to keep an eye on him for her. "Thanks, Dad, I replied, " my tone a bit surprised that he had actually remembered. "Doing anything special today to celebrate?" "Not really. I thought I'd spend some quality time with Buck before he goes back to school. Maybe hang out down town a while. What have you got planned for yourself, Dad?" I questioned as I absent-mindedly studied the pattern of his thick dark body hair, so similar to Bucks. "Mel is coming over to watch some football on cable with me. He doesn't know it but he is also coming over to fix the hot water heater." Mel teaches shop at Congress high school where Dad coaches. He's really good with tools and can fix just about anything. He and Dad have been best buddies for years now. Mel loves to take things apart and put them back together, so fixing the hot water heater would be a welcome challenge for him. We assembled around the kitchen table. Dad had whipped up one of his power shakes in the blender with bananas, skim milk, and some sort of powdered supplement from the health food store. This passed as breakfast. It didn't taste too bad and it would keep you going all day. Buck suggested that he and I go for a run along the canal, and I accepted the invitation. We headed out through the back yard past the now rusted jungle Gym that Mel had put together for us back when we were kids and through the redwood gate which opened directly onto the narrow tarmac trail that followed the drainage canal for miles. The morning air was cold and crisp. The sun had not yet melted the frost from the grass. Brightly colored ducks where floating on the surface of the canal. Mount Diablo loomed up in the distance, it's peak covered in rare snow. Buck and I set off toward town. Puffs of white steam forming in the air as our breaths escaped. I let Buck set the pace, a comfortable jog. Once I dropped back a bit so I could enjoy the sight of Bucks perfect buttocks. I noticed the sweat clinging to his shirt and making the small of his back. In about twenty minutes we were in sight of Congress High School. "Hey Buck," I suggested, "why don't we stop and cool off in the pool. I could really use a shower, too." "The school is closed for Christmas break," he offered. "Don't worry, I have a key," I responded. "There's no life guard," He protested. "Sure there is," I panted. "And you're looking at him. I'm a certified lifeguard, and since I am 18 today I am now legal. I made a copy of Dad's master key, so I can get in to anything in the school." "Okay, sounds cool to me." We cut off along the path that led from the canal to the campus. At the side door of the gymnasium I tried my key, which worked just fine. Once in the gym we headed for the guys locker room. "How about a hot shower, and then a few laps in the pool," I suggested. "Sure, let's go for it," he answered. We found my locker and started to strip. "Hey, Dude, that's my jock you're wearing." "Yah, Buck, you don't mind, do you?" "Shit no, fits ya good, stud." "Feels good too" as I cupped my balls with my right hand. "Leave it on." he said. "Let's hit the shower's, Sport." The shower room was dark. "Lets get some light in here." I said reaching for the switch. "Hell no," said Buck. "Why waste electricity?" We picked two shower spigots next to each other and as far from the door as possible. As hot water began to geyser from them, the unheated shower room began to fill up with a dense fog of steam. Buck lathered his chest and abs with the hospital smelling antibacterial soap the school supplied. Working the soapsuds down he began on his pubes and balls. "Let me get your back," I heard him say. I felt his strong hands soaping my shoulders. Kneading the muscles at the back of my neck. Sliding down over my back. Then around to tweak my nipples into hardness. He leaned into my back and I felt the unshaven stubble of his chin against my neck as his tongue found my ear. My cock began to swell in his jock. His thumbs found the leg straps and followed them around to the pouch. His hands slide in and grabbed hold of the contents. "We were going somewhere this morning, weren't we?" "Yeah." I answered, leaning my weight back against his furry chest. "You never answered my question. About the blowjob?" "What about it?" "Would you like one?" "Sure, why not!" "Happy birthday!" I heard him say as he sank to his knees. He pulled the jock down and my hard dick sprang out, eager for its first blowjob, it's rite of passage. "Pay attention now, there is going to be a test later," he joked. He went straight to work on my virgin dick, taking the full length of the shaft with his first head thrust, then slowly retreating while his tongue massaged its way back up to my swollen dickhead. I nearly shit, it felt so good. He repeated this maneuver several times in succession, sucking harder each time until he had pumped my cock up to maximum pressure. "Damn, the kid is good," I thought to myself. "He's had some practice. No virgin here!" Releasing his lip lock on my boner, Buck tossed back his beautiful head. The full spray of the steaming shower hit him square in the face and he took a swimmers gulp of air as his hands slide up and down my smooth legs and buttocks looking for the best place to hold on to for his next assault. Adjusting his balance and deciding on one hand on my calf and the other on my butt, he took just my cut head in his mouth and applied his pearly whites to my glans. His tongue found my slit and pried it open. The sensation was almost painful and I squirmed a bit. He slid his mouth back down the shaft and began a rhythmic humping of my boner with his head. His hands cupped both my buns and echoed the beat. I instinctively picked up the rhythm. I was fucking my brother's face and loving it. From the contented moan he was making, I was sure he was loving it too. I stepped up the pace of my fucking. I was really giving it to him good. Buck let loose of my butt and slide both hands up to my hard little nipples and gave them a pinch which sent me over the top. I grabbed his head with both hands and popped my teen load into his hungry throat. Buck made no effort to pull away, taking all five shots like a man. When I had finished shuddering Buck stood up and embraced me with his strong hairy arms and put his lips to mine. I can still remember the taste of my load as he shared it with me. His hard dick was pressed urgently against my stomach. I was about to show him just how much I had learned, when a locker door slammed shut outside in the changing room. "Shit, bro, sounds like we got company. We'll have to finish this later," he whispered, motioning toward his stiff poker. We quickly split up and started to clean up the mess of cum from our bodies. I suddenly realized how ridiculous I would look if someone came in and saw me with the jock strap still down around my ankles, so I kicked it off and tossed it to Buck. At first Buck didn't quite know what to do with it, but then decided to wad it up like a washcloth. Turning to face the wall he rubbed the jock over his arms and chest. When it became apparent nobody was about to enter the shower right away he wrapped the soapy jock around his hard dick and gave it a couple quick pumps. That was all it took. His penned up spunk hit the tile wall, as he breathed a sigh of relief. "Sorry, Kid, this Bud was supposed to have been for you." he whispered. "I'll take a rain check," I answered. "It's about time you got off." Having regained our composure, and feeling super relaxed from our ball draining session, we both toweled down and ventured out into the locker room. To my surprise and relief there was nobody there. Our clothes were still where we had hastily left them on the bench in front of my open locker. I detected a faint smell of cologne in the air. I couldn't quite place it, but there was something woodsy and familiar about it. Thank God nobody had seen what Buck and I were up to in the shower, or had they? I wondered. 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